February 17, 2008

Went to Michigan this weekend to see the fam. Plainwell was deep in snow.

V. Day decor.

Friendship bracelet making.

Being back in the childhood home is so unlike any other thing.

Dad got a new pedometer, joined a walking community, and has been logging 10,000 steps a day. Mom continues her hobby of making these amazing rugs from fabric scraps, a technique called locker hooking. Brian is, as ever, doing his musical tributes, featuring artists like this and this.

On your mountain slope now you must take on faith that those apparently discrete dots of you were contiguous... You must take on faith that those severed places cohered—the dozens of desks, bedrooms, kitchens, yards, landscapes—if only through the motion and shed molecules of the traveler. —An American Childhood